Haste, traveler, haste! the night comes on, And many a shining hour is gone; The storm is gathering in the west, And thou art from home and rest. O far from home thy footsteps stray; Christ is the life, and Christ the way, And Christ the light; thy setting sun Sinks ere thy morning is begun. Awake, awake! pursue thy way With steady course, while yet ’tis day; While thou art sleeping on the ground, Danger and darkness gather round. The rising tempest sweeps the sky; The rains descend, the winds are high; The waters swell, and death and fear Beset thy path, nor refuge near. O yes! a shelter you may gain, A covert from the wind and the rain, A hiding-place a rest, a home, A refuge from the wrath to come. Then linger not in all the plain, Flee for thy life, the mountain gain; Look not behind, make no delay, O speed thee, speed thee on thy way! Poor, lost, benighted soul! art thou Wiling to find salvation now? There yet is hope; hear mercy’s call: Truth! Life! Light! Way! in Christ is all! |